The countryside
Is being eaten by the very structures that we lean on
Love letters for bonfires
Love letters for bonfires
Love letters for bonfires
And campfire songs for city children
No where to run
Distance ourselves from the balanced crops of thought
Till the field
No where to run
No where to run
You were never there
The Oceanside
Is being torn down by the countless drops of blackness feeding
Filtration
Filtration
Filtration
For the domestication, medication of diseases
No where to run
Distance ourselves from the balanced crops of thought
Till the field
No where to run
No where to run
You'll lose your balance on this rope
Broncos with cavalry bringing me home
You'll lose your balance on this rope
Broncos with cavalry bringing me home
You'll lose your balance on this rope
Broncos with cavalry bringing me home
You'll lose your balance
You'll lose your balance on this rope
Broncos with cavalry bringing me home
Roarrrr, roarrrr, ohh
Broncos with cavalry
Nowhere to run
Distance ourselves from the balanced crops of thought
Till the field
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to run

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